In The Words of Dicky Barrett...

"Where did ya go?" Oh Me, that's right, Iowa. I forgot to let you in on the whole update from the road and whatnot. There are plenty of pictures and I took quite a bit of video. I will post all that goodness but for now... it's sleepy time. Nighty night.

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